| How’s it so, you describe, all the things that we might do someday?
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| And who’s to know the truth, that what you do is never what you say
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| Hobsons Choice, enjoy the thrill, going out, but you don’t even care
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| When all the passion’s gone, you can sit and choose which dress to wear
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| Here we are stranded, where is love to land
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| When I can fear the world in me?
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| So here we are stranded, it’s not the way we planned
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| On our island, lost at sea
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| Cote d’azur, St Tropez, Hollywood or Monte Carlo Bay
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| When all is said and done, love is rich, but wealth’s second to none
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| Heart and soul, you decide, far off places, you might need to go
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| A million miles away, in search of something you already know
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| Here we are stranded, where is love to land
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| When I can fear the world in me?
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| So here we are stranded, it’s not the way we planned
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| On our island, lost at sea
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| On a mountainside, let the memories fly, and feel this washed away
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| We can question why, will our love survive, one more, lonely, long Summers' day?
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| Are we right or wrong, to wait so long, when it’s our ship docked in the bay?
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| Should we sail or stay?
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| Was it over anyway?
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| Details
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| Written by Glen Wisbey and Ross Carter
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| (c)2001 Blue October / A Different Drum All rights reserved
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| Lyrics electronically reprinted with permission |